[Featuring Brewin J Treds]

[Brewin]

Check check it

Fuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail

LaVerne's gear shows your record so molest the hoes buttnaked

Youse a loser your crappin shoulda kept it to your lonesome

But you like 'Look everybody I'm a silly microphone crumb'

You oughta turn to me I flaunt essential vocally

First team all university while your squad is benchin locally

Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic

Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin

Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew

and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads

and thought of you, a little stinger

My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous

Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us

how you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props

Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops

So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads

stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin

[J-Treds]

Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity

Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open

Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie

I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me

At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower

When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit'

Material crews, who can't think straight sober

My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view

Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance

Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists

Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel

No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle

J-Treds, I lace heads like tenn